"The Engagement Was Broken Down" The crystal chandelier in the Cloud Restaurant made Chen Mo's eyes hurt.
The air-conditioning air was filled with the rich smell of steak grease and the guests' high-end perfume, all entering his nostrils.
He was wearing Meituan's yellow takeout clothes, his back was straight, and he was clutching the insulated bag stained with soup in his hand, his fingertips turning white.
Qin Yue sat opposite him, and Zhao Tianlong was leaning next to her. The light reflected from the watch on Zhao Tianlong's wrist was like a knife, scratching Chen Mo's face one by one.
